Three days passed in a flash. Rex behaved as he always did during that time, but every night, he tried to enter the Warcraft System. The problem that had left him racking his brains three days earlier had seemed impossible to solve. Only when he saw the Archmage did he realize that his thinking had fallen into a rut.
Rex had been thinking only about how he could deal with the Dire Wolf himself. He had considered tools and methods, but never helpers, because deep down, he had assumed that he was the only one who could enter the Warcraft System.
Only after seeing the Archmage did Rex realize that he was not the only person who could enter the Warcraft System. The Archmage could enter as well. Unlike Rex, who entered with his consciousness, the Archmage entered in person. His strength would not be suppressed in the slightest; he would still possess ninth-rank power. With the Archmage's help, what threat could the Dire Wolf possibly pose?
He had thought the Warcraft System had trapped him in an impossible situation, never anticipating this possibility. The Transmigrator Alliance had already made arrangements for the changes to the Warcraft System, and he had died once for nothing. At that thought, a faintly disgruntled look crossed Rex's face.
Gripping his wrist, he tried once more to enter the Warcraft System. This time, his consciousness began to grow hazy, rather than receiving no response at all as he had on his previous attempts. Having entered the Warcraft System many times before, Rex knew this was a sign that he was entering it.
His vision began to blur, and his consciousness grew indistinct. When Rex opened his eyes again, he was already inside the Warcraft System. He stood on the same narrow, winding path, surrounded